Hoping

The temperature tonight has risen by at least 10 degrees and it feels so much warmer. For the first time since we moved here I had turned on the kitchen radiator, they are all turned off now and the ambient indoor temperature is 23. I read somewhere that the Swedes aim for 16 and wear lots of layers, and I suppose all those lights and candles give an illusion of warmth.
The blip is next year’s  John Muir calendar and perhaps somewhat optimistically I have populated it with a couple key travel dates.
The main achievement of the day was sorting HMRC stuff, noting their archaic and discriminatory language in the self assessment guidelines. My final task this evening will be to challenge their use of ‘fisherman’, as in share fisherman. Possibly.